Yesterday was Saturday. So was the day before. And so was the day before that. Tomorrow is Monday. Today, when I first remembered that tomorrow is Monday, I couldn't remember what projects I'm working on and thought, "I wonder if I still know how to program..." Time will tell.
One of my family's best traditions is Practice Thanksgiving. Here's a good way to imagine it (remember these from elementary school?):
Practice Thanksgiving : Thanksgiving :: Rehearsal : Performance
After this year's two practices, the real thing went very well. We elected for the "healthy" yams instead of the healthy yams, the rolls were butter-sodden and fluffy...
Aside: I'm pretty sure I'm going to leave this earth clutching my failing heart as it struggles to pump blood through my dry, sealed arteries. Either that, or the butter and bacon grease lubricating my veins will ease my heart's burden to the tune of 40 extra years of life. End aside.
...I made a banana cream pie with a pecan, graham cracker crust (ingredients: 1 pkg graham crackers, 3/4 c. or so pecans, 1 Tbsp sugar, 1 stick butter). Definitely my favorite pie. The turkey, potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce (made fresh by Mom), gravy and green beans all tasted great. And it was fun to spend the day with my family.
No pic today. But the square root of 689 is about 26.3
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Holidaze
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Arranged Marriage
I just signed into Family Search to follow through with a request made by my stake. On my pedigree chart there's a link below my name that says "Add or find wife." I clicked on it hopefully, but then it asks me for her name. How is that supposed to help me find a wife?
I'm thinking I might just fill it in anyway...
:)
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Squarish Roots
I love math and I love solving clever math problems. This guy is pretty cool. Well, he's a nerd, but he's a pretty cool nerd. Also, Donald encounters square roots here.
Anyway, for the longest time I've wondered how to quickly find the ballpark square root of a number. The square root of 9 is easy, but what about 10, or 11, or 8,387? Chace once said that his dad knew of a way that was pretty quick, but we couldn't figure it out. Or maybe Chace figured it out and never told me :)
Well, I finally found a way! So.... here we go:
How I figured it out:
What's the square root of 10? It's probably just bigger than 3 because
3 * 3 = 9Squares can be represented with squares. Go figure. Here's a 3x3:
000We'll define
000
000
A1 = x2 = 9 (area of square)Then let's define:
x = 3 (side of square)
A2 = (x + Δx)2 = 10 (area of new square)The new square has four sections:
x + Δx = ? (side of new square - this is the answer to the original question)
1113And here's the cool part! (You didn't think there'd be a cool part, did you?) Δx is less than 1, because otherwise x + Δx = 4 (or more) which squares to 16. And since I just want the ballpark answer, I can ignore the area of section 3. That leads to:
0002
0002
0002
section 0: area encompassing the original 3x3 square
section 1: additional area on top
section 2: additional area on the side
section 3: additional area in the top right corner
Asection 0 = x2 = 9
Asection 1 = x(Δx)
Asection 2 = x(Δx)
Asection 3 = (Δx)2
111If we set the total area of that shape to 10, then we can easily find Δx:
0002
0002
0002
A2 = x2 + 2x(Δx)
... (math) ...
Δx = (A2 - x2) / 2x
= (10 - 9) / 2(3)
= 1 / 6
= 0.16
√10 ≈ x + Δx
≈ 3.16
Which is close to the real answer:
3.16227766
Steps for any number:
Given any number (let's call it N):
1. Choose a number, x, whose square is just less than N
N = 8,3872. Take the difference of N and x2 (and call it d)
1002 = 10,000 (too big)
502 = 2,500 (too small)
902 = 8,100 (perfect)
x = 90
d = N - x23. This equation:
= 8387 - 8100
= 287
(x + a)2 = x2 + 2xa + a2tells us the difference effected in a square by incrementing the root by a. For example:
22 = 4So choose a to get as close as you can to d without going over (and call that value b):
(2 + 1)2 = 22 + 2(2)(1) + 12
= 22 + 5 (so adding 1 to the root increases the square by 5)
= 9 = 32
(2 + 5)2 = 22 + 2(2)(5) + 52
= 22 + 45 (so adding 5 to the root increases the square by 45)
= 49
2xa + a2Add your chosen a to make a new x:
2(90)(1) + 12 = 181
2(90)(2) + 22 = 364 (too big)
b = 181
a = 1
x = 914. If you want more precision (x is already within 1 of the answer), subtract b from d:
d = 287 - 181then divide that number by 2x:
= 106
Add that result to x and you've got a pretty precise answer:
106 / 2x = 106 / 2(91)
= 106 / 182
= 53 / 91
≈ 5/9
≈ .55
√8387 ≈ 91.55 (estimate)
= 91.58 (real answer)
So here's one done really quickly with even less precision:
On that one, if I knew that 112 = 121, then
√127 = ?
102 = 100
127 - 100 = 27
27 / (2*10) = 1 + 7/20
7/20 = .35
√127 ≈ 11.35 (estimate; not bad)
= 11.26 (actual answer)
112 = 121
127 - 121 = 6
6 / (2*11) = 6 / 22
= 3 / 11
= 3 * (1 / 11)
≈ 3 * .09
≈ .27
√127 ≈ 11.27 (even better)
= 11.26 (actual answer)
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
67th Post
My mom rarely paints her nails -- she "doesn't like the suffocating feeling." It therefore follows that my mom rarely removes paint from her nails.
With my mom's help, I dressed up as Frankenstein for my orchestra concert last Tuesday (or rather, to satisfy the prescriptivists, I dressed as The Modern Prometheus). I had the bolts, the dark hair, the dead-looking flesh and blackened nails -- only the fingers; I neglected painting the toes since I'd be wearing shoes.
To complete my getup, I bought a nice suit from D.I. (parenthetically, how does one punctuate the end of a sentence in which the last word ends with the mark you intend to use? It feels a little silly to write it again. People might read it like they're descending a flight of seven stairs expecting six) . The suit fit right about my waist, and fit most of my legs nicely as well. See for yourself:
I enjoyed the concert -- we played some fun "scary" songs:
- Danse Macabre - listen to this one if you have time for only one song.
- The Sorcerer's Apprentice - but in real life... not cartooned.
- Baba Yaga something something - the conductor on this video is funny, though I wouldn't enjoy playing for him. He hasn't always a very pronounced ictus.
- Pumpkin Eater's Fugue - can't find a recording,
- and Noon Witch Overture - it's okay... not my favorite.
Finally at home I unscrewed the bolt from my neck, showered out the darkness from my hair, cleaned the deadness from my face and asked my mom to help me remove the blackness from my fingers' nails. She pulled out the bottle of remover (that she probably bought when she was four years old and hadn't used in a decade) and only managed restoring six nails to life before running out. So I went to work on Wednesday as an emo kid. Without the goofy hair.
Contemplative Frank:
Drum-playing Frank with fellow drummers:
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Hundreds of Thousands of Words
Here are some things I've been working on lately. I'd put them on my more nerdly blog, but I'm not explaining anything technical here... so... here:
This demonstrates a simple watchdog timer thinger. The circuit will activate unless in receives a signal within a certain amount of time.
We (at work) used that circuit to power this fan so that when our website went down, the fan would turn on:
I fixed the dome light in my car. No, this was not the cheapest way to fix it. Yes, it was fun to do. Yes, it's pretty bright. And it makes me smile when I get in my car at night.
(and no, the light isn't just dangling from the ceiling -- this photo was taken before I put it in the cover)
And this is one of my mom's flowers before we pulled them all out before winter:
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Persist
Originally Emerson's thought, this was Heber J. Grant's motto: "That which we persist in doing becomes easier for us to do; not that the nature of the thing is changed, but that our power to do is increased."
I nabbed it from the Gospel Principles book. Most often, I've encountered this quote in lessons at church designed to motivate us to be persistent in strengthening weaknesses. And it has been motivating to me. I see it when I practice the piano, or exercise or speak eSpanish -- we really do gain ability in the things in which we persist.
But this last week, I realized that the idea works in the negative sense, too. To rephrase: "If we persist in being a jerk, being a jerk becomes easier for us to do; not that the nature of jerkitude has changed, but our power to be a jerk is increased." Same goes for lying, sleeping too much, plucking the heads off of flowers, not doing dishes, petting cats up their spine instead of down, watching TV, being critical of others, eating chocolate oranges, etc...
I'm not sure I've concluded anything yet from this thought, other than to take pleasure in the little victories of agency well used. In what do you persist?
Unrelatedly, I found this snippet from Ralph whilst searching for the quote up top:
"I hate quotation. Tell me what you know." - Emerson, Journals (May 1849)
To borrow from the Bible: "Amen!"
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
Geneous
What other name comes to mind when I mention the names Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il? Obviously, Jason. Jason, the former Korean Dictator of Mountain View's Italian Club circa 2001, who narrowly (it may actually have been a landslide) beat out our only authentic Korean (sorry, Dan). Jason, the eater of hot dogs. Jason, the both selfish and generous consumer of popcorn. Jason, the Netflix. Jason, the man who-just-made-it-through-this-week. Jason, my (former) roommate.
He's in Texas now, which is weird. I've lived with him for the past three solid years, starting from the time I bumped into him in the Clyde and he asked, "Do you want to come live in the Glenwood?" Jason's great, and I'll miss him. We had fun in high school (ask to see the movies sometime (the jingle was ... ba, da, da Rob or something like that)), and we've had fun in college. He really is a great guy. May you sweat well in Houston, Jason :)
By far, Jason's greatest quality is his salad, which is what prompted me to write this post. I made his salad today for my family. And they liked it. In fact as my brother, Dan, pointed out, today was the first time we've ever heard the sentence, "Can you pass me more salad?" spoken by my dad.
Which leads me to another thought about which I've been thinking recently: generally speaking, I like heterogeneous things more than homogeneous things. This was not true growing up, specifically with food. I used to prefer my food to be consistent throughout -- no surprises. But now, I think I enjoy a sandwich which has a little more tomato in one bite, and a little more meat in another. A couple weeks ago, I had the Big Apple from Gandolfos on Center Street in Provo (it's the best Gandolfos I've found). That sandwich was awesome! Every bite was a little bit different. Random variety really makes life more exciting, and enjoyable.
Similarly, a heterogeneous mixture of humans is generally superior to a predictable section of society. And a picture of asymmetry is more beautiful than symmetry would be. But, and I haven't thought this all the way through, it's a little more difficult to appreciate the heterogeneous. Just like my younger self, if you're unwilling or unable to appreciate the different things, the brilliant flavors, views and personalities will be lost on you. Or worse, you will detest the difference. (Oh, the reason Jason's salad led me to this thought is that it is very heterogeneous -- forgot to mention that)
That is NOT to say that everything which is different is good, as modern relativists claim. Nor does it mean that any crackpot notion of reality or opinion or persuasion is made good by its crackpottedness. It IS to say that the "good" umbrella is an umbrella, not a raincoat.
This is a picture I took of a flower my mom planted:
And in the words of the skeleton: I sleep now.
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